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catalyst clc16 x rockstar! reader
after the release of your new album, life has been hectic as you've been running around doing shows. only problem is you seem to have only one person on your mind. little do you know he's having the same issue
an part two! any feedback is appreciated and please like + rb!
if you want a visual guide for the band .
part one next part
tags @bloodyymaryyy @guiseppetsunoda @maxverstappendefender @charizznorizz
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yourig thanks for coming out london! nyc see you soon x
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user ughh i wish i couldve come :((
yourig next time loveeđ
user sounded so good
user anyone else gonna talk about the album afterparty???
user who cares brođ theyre adults and tbh they would be a power couple
user right?! ive been thinking the same thing, shes not a good influence on him
user im sorry do yk y/n??? how would u know that lmfao
king looking good!
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user where is the fit from???
user i think vivienne westwood!
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you sighed, scrolling through your comments. it had been almost a month after your albums release, and some people still were bringing up the hug with charles. i mean, seriously it was just a hug. it wasn't like you guys had made out or anything.
both your label and ferrari were sponsored by celsius, and your management had met with one of ferraris pr heads. they had agreed to work together to promote the new album, and had picked charles because he was a fan of your music.
you clicked instantly on the first day of set, but it also helped that you spoke fluent french (you had an obsession with indila when you were younger and forced yourself to learn it) the lack of a language barrier, coupled with the fact that you guys had similar interests made it inevitable that you both would become friends.
after the album launch party, you were exhausted. you had woken up at 4am for promo shoots, and had been running around all day before singing your whole album (which was around an hour long) to the attendees. it was fun, and you wouldnt trade your career for the whole world, but man you were tired.
as you were heading out, you spotted charles and you both stopped to talk
"tu as bien fait lĂ -dedans" he said, smiling as he pushed his hands into his pockets (you did good in there)
"merci! les heures de pratique mâont aidĂ©. je pense que je pourrais oublier les paroles si jâessayais" you smile as he laughed (thanks! the hours of practice helped. i dont think i could forget the lyrics if i tried)
"en pratiquant son art on devient artisan" (practice makes perfect)
you nod, turning as you hear your bandmate siobahn call for you
you look back to him, saying your goodbyes and quickly hugging him before running after her.
that was it. just a friendly hug. it's not like he liked you, and if he knew you liked him, you doubt he would still be friends with you.
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charles_leclerc i won. maybe next time @/pierregasly đ
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user just realized pierre had a chance to fork the king and the rook in
user not y/n liking this...
user so cuteđ
pierregasly i almost had it
charles_leclerc of course you did
user my fav french men
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after having checkmate charles sat back, smiling smugly as he looked at pierre try and fail to make a move. giving up, he raised his hands in defeat.
"quand vais-je jamais te battre?" he said sighing as he chuckled (when will i ever beat you)
"peut-ĂȘtre dans une autre vie" (maybe in another life)
scoffing, pierre changed the subject.
"so i heard you're with some rockstar these days"
"i most definitley am not"
"sure, sure. you might not be dating her but i can tell you like her"
charles paused, having a mini crisis. ok. so maybe he did like you. he couldn't help it, honestly. throughout filming ,and even after he had grown to really admire you. not only just as an artist, but as a person as well. he honestly hoped you'd be able to meet up afterwards, but he hasnt been able to see you since. between his preseason training and your concerts, you both are rarely free, let alone in the same country.
he told all of this to pierre, who listened quietly, nodding along before telling him his masterplan. he was gonna help him out, what kindve friend would he be if he didnt?
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hearing the notification sound go off on your phone, you picked it up. your eyebrows raised as you read it
part 3??
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Black Hole Fantasy â Sonny Carisi.
pairing: sonny carisi x reader
summary: you finally decide to tell sonny how you feel... in the middle of the night... without any warning whatsoever
warnings: none, really. angst if you squint but mostly fluff. probably some inaccuracies regarding nyc and apartment buildings, but plot convenience is more important
word count: 1.3k
a/n: based on my favorite song from the crane wives' new album beyond, beyond, beyondâ black hole fantasy. i heard the last verse of the song and immediately thought of sonny, so i opened up tumblr and forewent sleep to write this.
Let's try this again
You and Sonny had a slightly rocky relationship. It wasn't him at all! He was the most perfect boyfriend in the world, and he was so patient and understanding about your commitment issues. You knew you were the problem, and as much as Sonny tried to reassure you that he was fine with taking things slow, you knew a part of him was frustrated.
You loved him so much, and you wanted to commit to him wholly and completely, but you found it hard to settle down with people. You feared that intimacy, that eventual physical and emotional closeness that all relationships somehow ended up at.
But, once again, you found yourself deciding that you were ready to be serious and talk to Sonny about moving the relationship in a more serious direction. It wasn't the first time you'd convinced yourself it was time to push yourself, but it somehow felt different this time. You felt like you were really ready.
Sonny was on your mind all the time. You couldn't get him out of your head. The way his eyes crinkled when he smiled that breathtaking smile, the way his brow furrowed when he was thinking or listening really intently to someone, his hands waving in all directions when he was speaking about something he was passionate aboutâ all the little quirks that made him himâ you were completed enamored by them.
I'm on my way to your house, guided by the stars
You gripped the steering wheel as you made your way down the New York streets. That nagging voice in the back of your head was trying to tell you that you weren't ready, that you would never be ready, but you pushed it aside.
You couldn't push people away forever. At some point, you'd have to open up and be honest about how you feel, and tonight was the night.
You followed the street signs, recalling where Sonny lived. You didn't even think of how odd it might be to just show up in the middle of the night without so much as a warning; you were far too caught up in trying to keep your nerves at bay.
Your fingers drummed against the steering wheel, a song playing softly from the radio. It was one you knew well, which helped calm you a little as you sang along. You glanced at the clock, hoping he was home and still awake. You'd feel awfully guilty if you woke him up at this hour just to confess your undying love for him.
I'm pulling in the driveway, I'm turning off the car
You pulled up outside his apartment and cut the engine, staring at the door. God, were you really doing this?
Yes. Yes, you were doing this.
I'm running to your porch, I'm sprinting up the stairs
You took a deep breath and pulled out your phone, finding Sonny's contact and pressing the call button as you got out of your car and headed to the front door. You stood there awkwardly, listening to the phone ring.
God, this was a stupid idea. What were you thinking?
Just as you were about to turn and walk back to your car, he picked up.
"Hey," he hesitated, sounding like he was going to say something, but he thought better of it. "What's up?"
He didn't sound like he'd just woken up. That was good.
"Uh, hey," you responded awkwardly, kicking a pebble at your foot. "I'm downstairs. Can you buzz me in?"
He paused, and you heard shuffling on the other end. "Uh, yeah," he said. You could practically hear the furrow in his brow. "Give me a minute."
"Okay, thanks," you said, quickly hanging up. You didn't want to word vomit everything you had to say over the phone.
You heard the buzzing noise of the door unlocking and pulled it open, hurrying inside. You rushed to the elevator, practically running. You felt a little stupid, but you really needed to get this off your chest before you tried talking yourself out of it last minute.
"Stupid elevator," you grumbled, watching the floors slowly tick by, antagonizing you. You could've sworn it got slower and slower as it reached the ground floor.
Once inside, you pressed the button to his floor frantically. You figured you must have looked insane, but you didn't care. You groaned in frustration as the elevator ascended just as slowly as it had descended.
Finally, you reached his floor, rushing to his door. You take a breath. "No going back, now," you think, knocking on the door.
the door swings open, and you're standing there
Your heart is pounding as he opens the door, greeting you with that big warm smile that always made your heart melt. You couldn't help but smile back, your nerves calming just at the sight of him. You'd never felt this way with anyoneâ this safe and so unconditionally loved.
you're beaming down at me, you're reaching out for me / you pull me in your arms, and i feel your heart pounding
"Hey," he said again, pulling you into a hug. You wrapped your arms around him, eyes fluttering shut as he engulfed you in his warm, comforting embrace.
"Hi," you say, your voice barely above a whisper. You can feel his damp hair on your neck and the strong scent of his shampoo, and you can't help but take a deep breath, inhaling his scent. He smelled like home.
i take a step back to catch my breath
"What are you doing here?" He asked as you pulled away from him. "Not that I'm not thrilled to see youâ cause' I totally am!" He looks at you, his brows furrowing softly. You could practically see the wheels churning in his head. He was worried that something was wrong.
"I'm in love with you," you blurted out. Your cheeks heated up as you realized your mistake. You had a whole speech planned. You wanted to sit down inside and hold his hand and pour your heart out.
Instead, you confessed your love in the hallway, looking like a deer in headlights like an idiot.
and we look at each other and double over / and laugh, and laugh, and laugh
You couldn't help but start to giggle, something you did when you got nervous. And your giggles only worsened, turning to full blown laughs when you saw the bewildered look on his face.
He couldn't help but smile, watching you break out into a fit of laughter, and soon, both of you were standing there laughing like lunatics. If anyone walked by, they'd probably think you two just escaped an asylum with how odd it would have looked.
Slowly, you two began to catch your breaths, the laughter dying out as you stared at each other, neither of you knowing who should say anything first.
"I'm in love with you too," he replied softly, his hand finding your waist and pulling you closer. "God, I'm in love with you."
You smiled up at him, and for the first time, you didn't feel scared. You weren't worrying about what would come next or if you were ready. You were just in the moment with him.
He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to your lips, like he was promising that what he said was true. You wrapped your arms around his neck, melting into him.
"We should probably get out of the hallway before one of my neighbors wanders out to see what all the noise is about," he grinned, pulling away from the kiss, his face still hovering close to yours. "they already don't like me. I hardly think public displays of affection will win me any brownie points."
"Shut up, you dork," you laughed, leaning in to kiss him again and gently curling your fingers into his freshly washed hair. He groaned into your mouth, pulling you inside and kicking the door closed behind him. You smiled against his lips.
You were finally happy, and you didn't plan on letting it go any time soon.
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omg, can I request number 13 with sebek please?????
I did it anon! I wrote this! The ending could be better but I think this turned out good. This prompt really fit Sebek too lol
Prompt: 13. We make contact before trying to steal the last seat on the subway/bus/train and I end up in your lap and fuck you, Iâm going to stay here because Iâve had a really long day and this seat was mine
Note: Modern au and aged up characters
Word Count: 1691
Warnings: not beta read, possible OOC characters (Sebek is an asshole at first), and an attempt at writing subways (I based it off NYC)
500 Follower Event
Yuu was having a not-so-good, horrible, very bad day.
It had all started when she had slept past her alarm and woke up to Grim, the recent cat she adopted, making her sofa a scratching post. Then, after running out of her house with a white blouse, a skirt, heels, and a cup of coffee in her hand, she magically ran into someone, spilling coffee on her clothes.Â
The person apologized, but Yuu wanted to scream. She only had 5 minutes left until her shift at the office started, and she did not want her boss or coworkers to get on her about it.Â
(There was a redhead in the IT department who was strict and infamous for lecturing a coworker who was late by two seconds).Â
It was a stroke of luck that Yuu made it on time. Everyone was too busy to notice her arrival except for Vil, who gasped at Yuu's current state. Luckily for her, he had a blouse and a skirt that he lent her (but not before giving her a lecture about her appearance).Â
The rest of her shift was boring after that. Yuu quietly sat in her cubicle while the chaos happened around her. It was a typical day, to say the least, until her boss, Dire Crowley, showed up with a mountain of paperwork and wanted it done by the end of the day because he was oh-so kind. It reminded her of the infamous trio in Accounting and Finance, who she was 100% certain were in the mafia. And so, Yuu left her job with a massive headache, a plastic bag with the company label of her soiled clothes, and a list of how to get revenge on her boss. The poor girl was working like Cinderella, and she only wanted to sleep while cuddling Grim.
Yuu made her way toward the train station and mindlessly went to her stop. Yuu could not hold back her yawn as the subway appeared. She tiredly followed behind the crowd into the train, letting her feet guide her inside. It was partially full, and luckily, only a few people entered with her. Her eyes landed on the spot near the door, perfect for her to sit and decompress.Â
Yuu only took two steps towards the seat when suddenly, a man with slicked back light green hair, yellow-green eyes, and the strangest green and black outfit she had seen sat down in HER seat. Now slightly awake but more annoyed, Yuu marched toward him.Â
"Excuse me, sir. That is my seat."
The man looked her up and down at her appearance, and his lips curled up in disgust like she offended him. "It is clear that I saw this seat and sat down first. Therefore, it is my seat."
Yuu huffed and wanted to say some not-so-nice words to him, but some children were around her. She chose to look down at his stupid-colored eyes with determination. "Look, mister. Don't you know the saying 'ladies first?'"
The man scoffed, "Of course I do. Do you think I was raised like a barbarian?" He said and eyed the plastic bag in her hands. "Unlike some people. Besides, I must be in top shape after spending all day protecting my Master."
Yuu stared at him like he was a crazy person. "You- jjsndgondvisjdf" She could not form words and chose to say sounds instead. One parent covered her child's ears.Â
"Do you not know who I am?"
Yuu stopped her rambling and looked at him. "I don't know and I don't care. If you don't move, then I have no choice."
The man's eyebrows furrowed, "What are you? HEY!" He yelled, causing some people nearby to silence him. Meanwhile, the girl on his lap made herself comfortable. "What are you doing?"
"Sitting," She said like it was obvious. She turned her head to look into his eyes; a frown etched on her face. "Look, I had a tiring day today too, but I need to sit down after a long day at work."
The man blushed at the close proximity and looked away. His face was slightly red, and a pang of guilt filled his chest. "I'm sorry for being rude to you. I was unaware."
Yuu waved him off, "It's alright. You didn't know." She suddenly yawned and rested her head against his chest. She could feel how fast his heartbeat was going but was too exhausted to ask why. She felt like she was covered in a blanket. "You can just chill until itâs your stop. I'll get up when it is my stop."
The man looked at her curiously, "Where is your stop?"
Yuu yawned again. Her eyes felt heavy. "Ramshackle Street," she replied, her eyes getting starting to close. "You are so warm and comfortable," she said absentmindedly, wrapping her arms around his torso.Â
"Hey! What are you?" Sebek stopped talking and stared at Yuu's sleeping face. He moved his arm to shake her awake but stopped. He could see how exhausted she was by looking at the eye bags under her eyes and how she managed to sleep so quickly. It reminded him of Silver, but slower by two seconds.
Speaking of, Sebek's suddenly rang, and his friend's name was on the caller ID.Â
"Hello?"
"Ah! Sebek! There you are! We were looking for you. Where are you right now?" His other Master and Silver's adoptive father, Lilia's voice, replied. "My phone died, so I must use Silver's khee hee."
"Father, that's because you misplaced your charger." Silver's voice called out.Â
Lilia laughed. âSilly me!â
Sebek rolled his eyes, âIs the Young Master safe?âÂ
Lilia huffed. âMalleus is next to me, eating some ice cream. You know how he is, but we have a more important matter to discuss. Where are you now? The city must be so big for you to accidentally wander off."
Sebek sighed. He should have been more diligent and kept sight of Malleus (the tallest person he knew) or Lilia, but he didnât. And now he was stuck on a train with a random girl sleeping on his lap.Â
It was like the girl knew he was thinking about her because she mumbled something about 'that damn Crowley' and was loud enough to be heard by Lilia.
"What was that?"
Sebek scrambled to say something, "I apologize, Master Lilia! I am taking a train that will stop in the Diasomnia area, but I might be delayed. You see, there is this girl-"
"A GIRL?!?" Lilia exclaimed, "Why didn't you say that earlier? Is she your girlfriend? Did you meet online and finally get to meet in person? Am I finally getting grandchildren???"
Sebek could tell that Silver was rolling his eyes at the last part. "No, Master Lilia. She was exhausted from her work and ran into me on the subway. She is taking a nap right now."
"Oh, crumbs," Lilia sighed dramatically. "I thought I would finally experience what it is like being a grandpa. You know I am not getting any younger."
"We know." Silver and Sebek said at the same time.Â
"Well, make sure that the girl gets home safely, Sebek. Do you know where her stop is?"
"Ramshackle Street."
"Perfect!" Lilia exclaimed. "It is actually nearby Diasomnia, so we can meet you there. Malleus has always wanted to explore it anyways. It is known for its historic mansions, you know. Make sure to send your location or call Silver so we can find you."
Sebek nodded and adjusted Yuu by securely wrapping an arm around her so she did not fall off his lap. "Understood. It should be one of the upcoming stops, so I should be there soon."
"Good. See you soon, Sebek!" Lilia said and hung up. Sebek pocketed his phone and looked down at the sleeping Yuu. She looked peaceful, and she was breathing quietly. However, she did look cold, and her thin long sleeve did not look like it was enough. Sebek took off his coat, leaving him in his white shirt and tie (it surprised him just how he did it, given the complex design), and wrapped it around Yuu's body. He wrapped his arms protectively around her again and sighed.Â
"Next stop is Ramshackle Station. Stand clear of the closed doors, please," the intercom's voice called out.Â
Sebek gently shook Yuu's shoulder. "Hey, you need to wake up. Your stop is coming up."
Yuu slowly opened her eyes and looked around her surroundings. "Huh?" Her eyes landed on Sebek's face. "Oh, right. I took a nap on you. Let me get out of your way." She moved to stand up but was stopped by Sebek holding onto her hand.Â
"You have a few minutes until the train stops. You can stay until then..." His voice trailed off.Â
Yuu chuckled, her laugh sounding like music to Sebek. "Where are my manners? I'm Yuu." she smiled, causing Sebek's heart to skip a beat.Â
"I'm Sebek Zigvolt." Yuu's smile grew even wider as she clung to Sebek's coat. Realizing the unfamiliar fabric, she looked down in shock.
"Is this yours? Here, let me return it-" She began to take it off only to stop when Sebek shook his head.Â
"Keep it. Besides, you can wear it even longer if you allow me to walk you home."
Sebek expected her to say yes, not jump on him, and wrap her arms around his neck. "Yes! Thank you, Sebek!" She grinned. Maybe her day was finally getting better after all.
Bonus: Sometime during the walk back to Yuu's house.Â
"You know, this fabric seems pretty fancy. Are you a bodyguard or something?" Yuu asked while rubbing Sebekâs coat between her fingers.Â
Sebek nodded and smiled proudly. "Yes, I am. In fact, you might meet my masters when I drop you off."
Yuu's eyes widen. "Really? They must be important people for you to call them that."
"Of course! It is none other than the great Malleus Draconia! He is so great and powerful-"
Yuu sweatdropped as Sebek went on a rant about Malleus when all she wanted to do was to go home.Â
Disclaimer:Â I do not own Twisted Wonderland and its characters. Those belong to Aniplex, Walt Disney Japan, and Yana Toboso.
©: This story belongs to bluesylveon2 2020-23. DO NOT modify, republish, or plagiarize my work.
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What if you and Nico met in NYC through friends in common since you have a very nice job there, and after spending a lot of time together and being flirty Nico asks you to be his gf but you say no, not because you donât like him but because he is a pro athlete, and that doesnât mean heâll cheat but the fact that heâll have to be away almost all of the time. You can do whatever you like for the end âșïžâșïž
Youâre Not The One - Nico Hischier
A/N: OHHHH!!!! I LOVE THIS! Also, Nico strikes me as the guy who catches feelings first in a situationship ( did I use that right?? Old.) Also, I kept flipping between I and You while writing this so sorry in advance if there are missed POV edits.Â
Word Count: 3.7k
Warnings: Swearing, angst, implied smut/a little bit of heat, probably POV mistakes because editing is still not my strong point.
Itâs a Wednesday night in the middle of winter. Snow is coming down in windy droves outside of your New York City apartment building. The white flakes completely erase your normally spectacular view of the rest of the city.
âItâs getting a little dicey out there.â You murmur to Nico glancing away from where you are sweating out vegetables. They are the very beginning of a spectacular chicken and dumpling soup you had growing up on nights like this. Nico is scratching at the back of his head, mindlessly while watching the Rangers and Carolina play on the TV. He looks out the window to his right.
âYeah, I might have to stay tonight.â Heâs nonchalant about it, but a smirk tilts one side of his mouth up at you.
âLike you werenât already.â You chuckle, tossing in some more salt and pepper.
âLike you donât want my warmth in your bed anyway.â He says as he stands, grabbing his empty beer bottle. He tosses it into the recycling, then heads to the fridge to grab himself another. On his way, he grabs the bottle of Josh Pinot Noir open on the counter. He tops your wine glass off, dropping a kiss on your cheek as he shoves the cork back into the bottle. âCan I help?â
âNo. Itâs your off night. Sit down and relax.â
âWell one of us worked today and one of us didnât.â His hands go to your hips, sliding in behind your body so your butt brushes against his front.
âNico.â You warn when he presses his hips a bit further in.Â
âShhh.â He murmurs, kissing the back of your neck.Â
You and Nico have, on occasion, hooked up. The first time was a drunken mistake, the second a lonely one, and the third was last week, but youâre still not quite sure how you would describe it. Not with the way Nico had looked at you the whole time or how soft and slow and perfect it all felt. In general though, you would consider Nico to be a friend⊠with certain benefits, depending on the day and your mental state.
Nico is great, truly, but heâs not the one.
You have a very specific list of what you want in your partner. It includes safety- physical and emotional, someone who is attentive, spends time investing in the things you enjoy. Someone who wonât just meet your parents, but sit down and get to know them. Someone who asks about your past relationship to understand how you got to be you. A partner you can count on to be there when you need them, no matter the obstacles in the way.
Nico Hischier checks every single box on your list. Heâs practically perfect, except one flaw. Heâs a professional athlete. The list of cons to that are a mile long. Youâd rather not be a part of that world. The drama involved with being a WAG, let alone the captains WAG, feels as though you would be on two strikes before anything even started with Nico.
Plus, youâve been to his games before. Youâve seen the endless temptations that line the glass and the parking lot exits to get a picture or a chance to speak to him. Youâve seen the social media handles with different versions of Mrs. Nico Hischier. Youâve seen the looks shot in your direction when youâre out and Nico puts a hand on your back to guide you through a crowd. You donât want to compete with all that. And you donât want to lay awake, wondering if tonight is the night his guard slipped and he picked someone else for a minute.
You scan Nicoâs face. No, you couldnât bare the thought of losing him in such a way. So, you take what you can get and keep your strings as unattached as possible.
âNeeks, Iâm serious. Youâre going to make me burn dinner.â His lips continue to assault your neck, pausing and nipping at a few places he knows will turn your legs to gelatin.
âIâm starving for something else.â His hands swim up your rib cage then grope each of your breasts.
âOkay, but fast.â You cave, turning the burner off and allowing him to pick you up.Â
âThis tastes better than last time.â Nico says to you two hours later. You are both naked in bed, slurping soup in content silence.
âI used a different dumpling recipe this time. Itâs not as dense.â
âMmm, itâs not that.â His voice is pointed. You hide your red cheeks behind your soup bowl and watch his spoon disappear into his mouth. The same mouth that just spent 30 minutes worshiping between your legs. âSo sweet.â He murmurs so he can watch the pink explode across the rest of your face.
âSalty too.â You quip back, flicking your tongue out. Nico laughs, brown eyes squinting into mischievous glistening slits.
âAre you around tomorrow night? We play Ottawa at 7.â You know he is asking if you need tickets.
âI am working the suite tomorrow.â You adjust the blanket further up your chest, feeling a slight chill creep in from the cold night.
Your job as a Client Relations Manager is how you and Nico know each other in the first place. Your employer, Prudential, is a long-time sponsor of the Devils. You frequently host clients throughout the season and interacted with players for meet and greets and tours. During one of those nights, you and Nico began to talk, realizing you had many friends in common around the greater NYC area. It didnât take long to set up drinks and establish regular happy hours as a big group. Nico bops in and out depending on his schedule, but itâs been two years of consistent, valuable friendship between you two.
âNice. I think itâs my turn for the meet and greet.â
âYeah, I saw you on the schedule earlier today.â
âCool. We can grab some food after.â Nicoâs fingers trail along your arm, your soup bowls forgotten on the nightstands during your conversation.
âWeâll see. I get so tired after suite nights.â
âI know. We can just grab something to-go and head to my place since itâs closer.â
âI have to go to work the next day.âÂ
âOkay, just give me your packed bag before I go to skate tomorrow and you can go to work from my place. Itâs closer for you anyway.â
You widen your eyes and look away from him. This is sounding very relationship-y.Â
âI donât mind.â He fills in, reading your look.
âI know you donât and that might be part of the problem.â
Nico looks at the ceiling, pursing his lips together to avoid a laugh. Then he rolls onto his side, bringing his hand to your back to pull you into him. His breath fans across your face with how close he is to you.Â
âWe are so good together.â He begins to kiss along your neck, dipping into the part of your throat that meets your chest. âLetâs do this⊠for real.â
âThis feels pretty real to me.â You murmur, tugging at his locks.
âYou know what I mean. Be my girlfriend.â He pulls away to look into your face. He licks his lips, studying your surprised expression.
Internally, youâre panicking. Heâs ruining this. You were supposed to just have fun. You never expected Nico to turn this into something serious. Heâs a professional athlete- they usually donât want that at your age. But as you think, you remember the changes youâve seen in Nico the last few weeks. Longer goodbye kisses, more time in bed talking rather than fooling around. Then there was the constant insistence that youâre at every Devilâs home game in his seats, not Prudentialâs.
Heâs leaning in close, lips almost on yours like he already knows your answer. You wince, placing a pausing hand on his chest.
âNo.â
Nicoâs eyes fly open and he pulls back, staring at you like a wounded puppy, which makes you feel like shit.
âNo?â He tests the word in his mouth, rolling it around on his tongue before the word is complete.
âI like the way things are right now.â
âI do too, so why wouldnât we make this official?â He swallows hard, removing his hand from around your back. Heâs no longer touching you at all.
âWhy rock the boat? This is good for me.â
âWhy not?â He asks, furrowing his eyebrows. You can tell he didnât see this conversation going this direction and heâs beginning to spiral. You can feel him creating distance with each passing second.
âYou know how I feel about the spotlight on me.â
âYeah, so? Iâll protect you. Weâll keep it off social media and you donât have to wear anything with my name on it like the other girls.â
âYou know that no matter how careful we are, they will find me.âÂ
âWell, at some point, we will want people to know about us. But it doesnât have to be right now.âÂ
âIt all seems like a lot of work for something that isnât forever.â You mumble, staring at his bare chest rather than his brown eyes filing with hurt. He says nothing, but you can feel his stare boring into your face. You pull in a deep breath, then gather the courage to face him head on. âYouâre going to be a professional athlete for a long time, which is great. Iâm so happy and proud of you for living your dream. But I donât want that for my life. Youâre great, Nico.â He begins to pull completely away, rolling off the bed and starting to put his clothes back on. âAnd if you did anything else for a job, I would-â
âPlease stop talking.â Nico insists as he pulls his shirt back over his shoulders. âI get it. Itâs a lot.â
He grabs his wallet, keys and hat from the dresser.
âAre you leaving?â You whimper.
âYeah. What the fuck am I supposed to do after that? Stay? Your words were crystal clear about what this is to you, Y/N.â Youâre taken aback by both his tone and the swearing. Nico rarely swears in front of you.
âNico.â
âThanks for dinner.â Is the last thing he says before he walks out of your room. You can barely breathe as you sit up, clutching your comforter to your bare chest. The sound of the door softly clicking shut barely registers before you collapse back into your pillows.Â
Regret begins to nag at the back of your mind.
Did you do the right thing?
Or did you just lose everything?Â
- - -
Itâs your night to host clients in the suite at the Devils game. Normally, these are your favorite nights. Not this one. This one includes a locker room tour and a special meet and greet with Devilâs captain, Nico Hischier. And after your fight last night, heâs the last person you want to see. But also, not? Everything is confusing and you wish Nico had never come over last night to begin with.Â
Everything would still be normal if he hadnât.Â
You stand at the top of the suite seating section, off to the side, away from clients and your coworkers. Your arms are crossed tightly over your mid-section as the Devils begin a power play towards the end of OT. Nico wins the face-off back to Dougie Hamilton, him and Jack Hughes play keep away before Dougie unleashes a shot, tipping in off Nicoâs stick.
âYes!â You scream, jumping up and down with the rest of the arena. You clap enthusiastically, hollering a âway to go, Neeksâ before sharing in congratulatory high-fives with others in the suite. Your smile hurts your cheeks from how big it is. Youâre so proud of Nicoâs two goals and first star reward, despite the distance between you now.
âHow amazing is it that our clients get to interact with the captain after his game-winning goal? I sense more investments already.â Your boss high-fives you last, then proceeds to boast about how amazing it is to everyone else.
You donât feel the same. Instead, you feel anxious and want to curl into a ball, avoiding your job and sneaking away into the cold night alone.
When you walk into the locker room a bit later, it has mostly cleared out. Nico is standing at his stall, dressed, with a stocking hat coverings his wet hair. Normally, he lights up when he sees you. Today, his face is neutral. You drop your gaze to the rubber mats, then stay towards the back of the group, letting your boss take control.Â
Nico is as sweet and gracious as ever, taking time to speak to each person individually. Heâs so good at this part, making people feel like he genuinely is enjoying his time with them. Itâs because he does. He loves fans and enjoys hearing their stories. He signs numerous things, even extras for someoneâs nephew and his friends, who thinks Nico walks on water, literally.Â
âPlease tell Alex and his friends I appreciate his support.â He smiles, handing back a couple signed pictures to the woman.Â
âOh, Nico, Thank you. He is going to be so excited.â
âYou are welcome. I hope he has a great birthday next week too.â He smiles. You are at the end of the line, so Nico raised his eyes to you once she moves along. âAnyone else?â His tone has changed being directed at you. Itâs monotonous and unfamiliar.
âNo.â I purse my lips after I speak, hating the way his eyes immediately move away from me to the Devils PR director, Megan. Heâs signaling itâs time to wrap it up.
âOkay all, letâs get a quick picture and then Nico needs to head out.â Megan says, ushering the group back together for a quick snap. I stay to the side. My boss thanks Nico again and he begins to move towards the exit.
âHey.â I call softly to Nico as he tries to pass me. âCan we talk? I hate how we left things.â
âI donât think there is much more to talk about. Have a good night, Y/N.â
âWe are still friends, Nico.â You mutter in annoyance, keeping your voice low so the rest of the group doesnât hear.
âNo, we arenât. Not anymore.â
Alarms ring in your head at his words. You never expected your friendship to be over along with whatever benefit situation you had before. This is overwhelming. And your brain begins to race to come up with a way to stop him.
The door swinging shut tells you itâs too late. You canât follow him. Because you donât have the right credentials and you canât leave your clients unexpectedly. Plus, you canât allow for anyone to know about⊠whatever this was or is and now isnât. Your lips purse instead as you slowly step back to the group, staying quiet for the remainder of the tour.Â
You figure Nico is long gone by the time you are done. You turn out of the locker room with the rest of the group and see Nico standing in the hallway talking to a gorgeous female. You recognize her as one of the Swiss models he follows religiously on Instagram. Well, I guess heâs already over whatever this was. And she would fit in great with the other WAGS. She has a sense of fashion, flawless skin and shiny hair. They look good together. Acid burns up your esophagus at the thought of his hands on her.
âThanks again, Nico.â Your boss extends his hand for another hand shake. You resist the urge to roll your eyes at how obnoxious he is after three bourbons. Nico and you regularly make fun of him after these encounters, sharing a pint of ice cream on your couch. He would swear heâs just coming up for a night pint, then you would wake up tangled together on the couch at 3am. Nico would eventually carry you to bed and you would hold each other there instead.
You crave those moments with him tonight. Instead, Nico doesnât even give you another glance as you walk by.
Megan directs your group to the exit, You reach into your purse for your keys, cursing when you canât find them in their usual spot. You dig around, not seeing them anywhere. Then you remember setting them down on the counter when you first got to the arena tonight.
âShoot. Megan, I left my keys upstairs.âÂ
âNo problem, Iâll take you back there.â
You rush back upstairs, finding them right where you left them. Megan heads down the elevator with you, thanking you for another great night of supporting the Devils.
âNo problem! We love this partnership.â I assure her.
âYeah. Will we be seeing you next game?â She asks as the doors open.
âAh, no it will be the other client rep, Adam.â
âOh okay. Well maybe Iâll see ya in the family section.â Youâve been in Nicoâs seats enough that some of the staff members know youâre friends. âYou can head out that door right there and should be right outside your parking space.â
âGreat, thank you.â You toss her a wave.Â
You begin to head towards the door across the way. Nico crosses in front of your path, head tilted down towards his phone as he walks down to where his car is parked. Youâve done that walk with him before. Heâs alone and you want to try to speak to him again to make this better.
âNico!â You call, quickening your stride to catch up with him.
âHm?â He stares back at you like you couldnât possibly have anything to discuss with him. Itâs unnerving. You donât really know what to say next. You just gesture to the side with the hand thatâs clutching your keys, thinking about his words in the locker room not long ago.
âSo, we canât⊠even be friends now because I wonât be anything more?â You shake your head, feeling your teeth beginning to chatter at the confrontation with him.
âNo, Y/N. Maybe being just friends works for you, but it doesnât for me. I canât.â
That hurts, and it shows on your face, which makes Nico shift from foot to foot uncomfortably.
âWhy?â You snap at him just like he did to you last night.
âIâm in love with you.â He whispers, shoulders shrugging. âHow do you not know that?â
Everything slows in your body. Your blood, your heart rate, your breathing. The world begins to disappear until itâs just you and Nico in the underbelly of the arena. You obviously knew Nico had feelings for you, but you didnât know it was love. And when he says those words to you, it awakens an awareness of what you feel for him.Â
Maybe itâs not about all the checked boxes. Maybe its about how you feel with him. And how he treats you like a queen while expecting nothing in return. You know there isnât anything he wouldnât do for you. Maybe being a professional athleteâs girlfriend is hard, but you know he is worth it.
Maybe the list simply begins and ends with Nico Hischier.
âNico..â You start then trail off. How do you respond? How will you tell him about everything that is coursing through your body at his confession. How will you make it look like youâve known exactly what this is all along. That it isnât just to appease him or keep a part of him around. But instead, you are so desperately in love with him, even though it scares the shit out of you. He is immediately put off by your pause and shakes his head in misery. He begins to turn. âPlease donât leave.â Your voice quivers, making him still with his back to you.
Your heels echo with each tentative step forward, you reach for his hand, lacing your fingers together so you can pull him to look at you again. Your other hand winds around his hips so you press tightly to the front of his body. When your eyes meet, Nico sees it there.
âSay it.â He whispers.
âI love you.â He devours your mouth the second after the words fall.
âAgain.â He begs against your lips.Â
âI love you, Neeks.â Your hands dash into his hair, tongue teasing against his lips.Â
âWhat about this life?â His forehead rests against yours, eyes closed like heâs too afraid of your answer.
âWeâll figure it out⊠together.â
âIâll keep you safe. I promise. Youâll always be taken care of. I canât promise you everything is going to be easy, but weâll figure it out.â
âI know. Donât worry about it. I want you. All of you.â
He pulls away to take you in completely.
âWanna come over? We can eat ice cream and pizza and celebrate my wins tonight.â
âWins?â
âYeah, the game and you.â You grin, liking the way he looks at you when he says those words.
âMy car is here. I can drive over though.â
âNo, we can move your car inside the arena for the night.â
âUm, really? That is allowed?â
âYeah, baby. Youâre dating the captain now. Welcome to your new world.â He chuckles, leaning down to cover your lips with his. âGive me your keys.â You do so, watching as he walks over to the parking attendant. The man nods in understanding, then jogs out the door. Minutes later, the large rolling door slides up and your car comes through, parking beside Nicoâs Mercedes.Â
âIâll leave the keys with hockey ops. Have a great night.â The attendant salutes us both, then wanders away. You stare at your car, then look at Nico incredulously. He is as unfazed as ever except for the heart eyes beating on his face for you.
âReady, beautiful?â
âYeah.â You breathe out, sliding into the passenger seat of his car. The familiar leather hugs your body in luxury. Nico rolls slowly out of the arena, cameras clicking, fans desperate for a peek, calling his name and asking for signatures. âYou can stop if you want to.â You say to him, knowing youâll be seen with him and suddenly finding that not so terrifying with his hand in yours.
âNot tonight.â He brings your hand to his mouth, delicately kissing it. âTonight is all about us.â
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The runway -Part 1
Lenny Miller x reader (Cillian Murphyâs role in movie Anna)
Finally!!!! Iâve had this request for a while in my drafts and itâs turn for some Lenny Miller mini series.
@l1-l4 Andy Iâm really sorry it took me so long to post this, but stories have their own time (at least to me), I loved your request since the very beginning so here it is finally, I think it would be perfect for a mini series, as there are several important points to reach, but I hope you like this! đ
Special thanks @heidimoreton for the gifs help!! đ·
Lenny poured himself a glass of wine and walked towards his bed. Loosening the knot of his tie, he flicked through the confidential file he got at the end of his day at the office. A new mission, after his last successful one where he rescued a diplomat that was caught in a zone of conflict, now he would have get inside of a world he didnât know anything about; a model agency.
âAdam, yeah, sorry about calling this late.â He greeted the other man in the line.
Lenny heard him chuckling. âShit boss, you know youâre not sorry.â
âYouâre right, Iâm not⊠I need you to get me all the information you can for a new mission.â Adam was young, but he worked hard at the office. âIâm after Anna and Y/N Y/LN.â
âThe Runway sisters? They can be all you want, but they ainât criminals, Lenny.â
Lenny frowned staring at the photographs they attached to the mission file.
âYou know the rule number one right, Adam?â
âDonât ask questions? Are there more rules?â Lenny could hear him typing fast. âAll right, the sisters have a fashion show tomorrow night in NYC at seven, then they are going to have dinner at a new exclusive restaurant. Iâm sending you their address, their gym schedule, the number of their dentist, the hair salon stylist, oh! And their assistantâs DNA.â Adam joked.
âSince youâre in such a good mood, get me a ticket to NYC, Iâll also need a seat on the fashion show and a table at that restaurant.â
Adam gasped. âThe show is only by invitation by the designer and the restaurant had a one-year reservation RSVP, itâs full.â
âOh, about the plane ticket? Since weâre hitting an elite world and the CIAâs got budget, make it a first-class seat. Good night Adam.â
Hanging up, he couldnât take his eyes of Y/N photograph.
ââ
âMiller.â
âSir, Iâm sorry for calling so early, Iâm on my way to NYC. Just wanted to ask for your approval to take active part in the mission.â
âElaborate.â
âSir, these models only care for parties, designer bags, being covers for the magazines, they can mess up and ruin our work. Weâd lose the invaluable progress we have.â The investigation was almost done, they just needed to take the leader down, they had all the targets drafted.
âWhat do you suggest?â
âAllow me to be their manager, that way I can guide them through the mission.â
âDo whatever you have to do to bring those bastards down.â
âThank you, Sir.â
As he boarded on the plane, Lenny took the files from his briefcase, he continued studying the girls background. They were French citizens, but divided their time between London, NYC and Los Angeles.
Anna was the trouble maker, the party girl, drugs, alcohol, rebel without a cause, it was written all over her face as well as in the cover of so many gossip portals, a deep contrast with her sister, Y/N she had a career in business, ran her own shoe brand, was an ONU volunteer, part of a program to feed woman in trouble, they were practically the devil and the angel. But even though apparently, she was the good one, he was afraid she would be the one giving him more trouble.
Sipping on his coffee, he then went on to check Annaâs profile, according to the record, for some reason, she wasnât taking the runway with her sister like they had done in the past so many times. Apparently nobody knew her location and Y/N had been covering her work recently, doing three runways in one day, press conferences and attending numerous social events.
ââ
âMr. Richardson, allow me to introduce myself.â Lenny extended his hand at the man. âIâm the new manager to the Y/LN sisters.â
Richardson looked at Lenny and let out a loud fake laugh. âNo fucking way, those girls are pure gold, theyâre making me earn a shit loads of money, you can get the girls that appear on the pedicure ads.â
Lenny took a look at his watch. âPerhaps I didnât explain myself correctly.â When Richardson tried to open his drawer to get his weapon, Lenny smirked. âDonât even bother, itâs not there anymore.â
And his smile grew as the phone started to ring.
âYou canât do that, I signed those girls.â
Lenny looked at him, he was starting to sweat.
âThe VP of the agency gave me this.â Lenny informed Richardson and putting the sheet on his desk, he leaned back. âHe mentioned he appreciated all your hard work and he would assign you to some model called Cara?â
âHe canât do that!â Richardson stood up, shouting. âI made this agency win millionaire contracts with those sisters!â
âOh, he said you would bring that up thatâs why I suggested you take the Hadid sisters instead.â Lennyâs eyebrows raised, his voice remained calm.
âIn that caseâŠâ
A sick smile appeared in Richardsonâs face. Lenny wanted to throw up.
Closing the button of his suit, Lenny walked to the door. âDonât worry you can keep your office, I will choose another one.â
It was easier than he thought, this man was pulling the trigger by himself.
Now he needed to go to a fashion show.
Skipping the red carpet, Lenny walked around the building to get in, cameras flashing everywhere, waiters handling glasses of champagne, the mix of perfumes was making him feel sick. All the people looked the same; like they were starving themselves or they were suffering.
The loud music, people taking photographs, bodyguards whispering in the corner, reporters taking notes about the women taking the runway, he felt so out of place.
But soon, Lenny found his spot, it was at the end of the runway, right in the middle where the models would stop before walking back again.
The next thing he knew is the lights went down and the music changed to a dramatic tune. A silhouette was illuminated at the end of the runway, the curtain fell to the ground and revealed the woman behind it.
âThatâs Y/N Y/LN.â Said someone on his right, talking to a camera and recording his message. âAnd sheâs wearing Emilio Pucciâs emerald dream dress, the master piece of this collection, with-â
That was all Lenny heard, as Y/N started taking the runway he was completely mesmerized by her presence. His eyes were fixed on Y/N, her steps hitting the runway, her gaze never leaving a spot in front of her, barely blinking.
She moved with such elegance, not looking down to the floor, a serious expression on her features. The emerald dress hugged her figure beautifully, one of the arms was covered in beads that were shining every time it hit the lights, part of her skin was exposed as the piece was asymmetrical.
Lenny saw Y/N placing her hand on her hip and the way she snapped it to the side, made him lose the tie a little around his neck, then in a slow motion, she gave her back at him and she started to walk back right were she had started. Slowly, he let out the breath he didnât know he had been holding.
Seeing all the details of her and the dress so close made him feel like the air had been kicked out from his body. It all happened in the blink of an eye and soon other models were taking the runway.
He lost count of how many they were, all looked the same but didnât have the same presence Y/N showed off while doing the walk.
As the lights got down, all the models made a human wall at the sides of the platform, the music stopped and silver papers were thrown down from the ceiling as Y/N appeared once more hand linked to a man with white hair and bear dressed in a navy suit.
The pair walked mid runway and Y/N let go of his hand to start clapping as the rest of the people, then they shared two kisses on the cheek and walked back to disappear.
Lenny sighed and decided to take a walk backstage where he was greeted by models half naked, changing clothes, dresses and shoes all over the floor, cameras filming interviews, assistants going mad⊠it was a totally different thing from what he just saw.
âIâm looking for Y/N Y/LN.â He asked someone who was walking past him.
âTake the corridor, first door of the dressing rooms.â
Following the instructions, Lenny knocked on the door and a soft come in, invited him to open it. He was surprised to find the top model tidying up around, folding her clothes, she was now wearing a short dress in red tone with colorful beads, her hair free.
âHi, how can I help you?â She asked when Lenny was lost for words, the pictures didnât really do any justice to her beautiful features, and there was a genuine smile, in deep contrast to the serious poker face she showed while walking.
âIâm Leonard Miller⊠Lenny, your new manager.â He offered his hand to her, noticing how she was taller than him.
Y/N looked at him surprised accepting his hand.
âNice to meet you, Lenny. Iâm-â
âY/N, I know⊠whereâs your sister?â
That seemed to make her uncomfortable and she looked away.
âShe didnât feel well.â
âIs this a common thing? Do you take her place in other runways?â
Y/N shuddered. âSometimes.â
Lenny decided to not make her feel uncomfortable on their first encounter. âYou did it amazingly out there.â
His words seemed to get her attention because the smile grew again in her face.
âThank you⊠that means a lot.â
Lenny wanted to ask her if she didnât hear that often, but a woman appeared rushing Y/N out of the dressing room, demanding some time for an interview and other things he didnât understand.
Giving him one last look, Y/N walked out, but she turned her head around. âIâve a full day of work tomorrow, would you like to have breakfast?â She proposed. âTo discuss the next projects?â
âSure.â He was about to say that heâd be going to the same restaurant as her, but decided to keep his mouth shut.
The line to enter the restaurant of course was full, paparazzi across the street flashing, fans behind a barrier shouting, a limo stopped right in front of the main entrance, someone reached out to open the door and the crowd went really loud, the paparazzi wild as Y/N raised her hand and waved at them, a huge smile at the sound of her name. A couple greeted her and posed for a photographer, then they cut the ribbon and inaugurated officially the restaurant, as the people started to walk in, Lenny saw Y/N walking in the opposite direction, to the crowd, shaking hands with the people waiting, taking pictures with them, signing things, hugging those crying inconsolably.
Everything seemed pretty normal to Lenny, given her line of work, this was her world.
Until a man pulled her abruptly and Y/N screamed for help. Lenny was on her in mere seconds, helping her out, releasing her from the man, he held him by the collar of his shirt as security from the restaurant rushed to get him, just in time right before Lenny pulled out his gun.
âAre you alright?â He asked looking for any sign of injury. âLetâs get you out of here.â
âNo, no⊠I signed this engagement a long time ago, I need to be there.â Y/N tried to catch her breath, feeling off for having all the eyes on her, the cameras started to flash suddenly in her face.
âLet her pass!â Lenny requested shoving the people around, an arm protectively on her back.
Once inside, Y/N left the scary moment behind, she greeted everyone, posed for endless photos and made Lenny ask himself how she could always keep the smile on her face, she didnât seem to be tired, never made a face or said no to anyone. And once she finished with her affairs, she walked to the kitchen to thank the chef and staff. It was two hours later that he caught her coming from the ladies room.
âPerhaps itâs time to head home, Y/N.â Lenny stated firmly, hands inside the pockets of his suit.
âBut Iâve to work, this isnât my free time.â
But his hand was placed firmly in the middle of her back as he walked to the back of the restaurant.
âYouâre awake since 6 oâclock, did an interview this morning, the runway and this, you need to rest.â
They drove in silence to her apartment, Y/N felt intoxicated by his lotion, it was so masculine. He had such an intriguing personality, totally different to her previous manager. She was so grateful for not having to work with Richardson anymore, she never liked the way he was always around when the girls were changing their clothes for photo shoots.
Y/N looked at him intensely. âHow do you know?â
âIâm your manager now, remember? Iâm supposed to know your schedule.â
âThatâs why you had a gun?â She asked casually stepping inside her apartment. Lenny was taken aback by her question.
Lenny leaned against the door frame. He knew she would be a trouble. âIâll tell you if you tell me where I can find your sister.â
Y/N looked away from his piercing blue eyes. âThank you for helping me tonight.â
He offered her his business card, pointing out his personal number in case she needed something. âMy pleasure.â
And with that, Lenny walked away, trying to force himself to stop thinking of that pair of kilometric legs.
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Part 2
Master list
Lenny blurbs
Ok Can we now talk about how gorgeous is that dress?!!? Itâs an Emilio Pucci from the 2011 collection and Iâve been in love with it ever since đ just a random fact in case anyone is interested đ
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Steve and Peggy (Steggy) Masterlist 3
part one, part two
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Peggy Carter has always been a fighter.
Just In Case (ao3) - captaindoritoes G, 2k
Summary: Hope you enjoy this a bit of angst, a bit of comfort fanfic - four times Steve and Peggy share a kiss, just in case itâs their last one. Their love language is touch - in this essay I will -
Letting Agent Carter In (ao3) - cadkitten E, 4k
Summary: Steve is still learning to draw the human form and when he finds the perfect solution in his head, he's not sure he can actually ask for it in person. But he'll be damned if he won't give it a try.
Pin Curls (ao3) - SomewhereApart T, 3k
Summary: Peggy Carter has imagined how sheâd feel at the return of Steve Rogers a hundred different times. Still, she's unprepared for the reality of him, standing on her porch on a Sunday afternoon.
She Wanted (ao3) - TriplePirouette E, 3k
Summary: Peggy wants to eat Skinny Steve alive.
The Shops on Shield Street (ao3) - fluffernutter8 G, 5k
Summary: Running a small business is already hard enough without someone trying to sabotage things.
Time and Again (ao3) - Beshter N/R, 163k
Summary: When an insane man who claims he can travel through time appears out of nowhere, Peggy Carter agrees to go with him to save the world, little expecting the strange new life she'd be stepping into on the other side.
We Still Talk (ao3) - roboticonography M, 9k
Summary: Newlyweds Steve and Peggy take a holiday to get away from it all - but the great outdoors might hold more challenges than they bargained for!
we were born to be national treasures (ao3) - meidui G, 1k
Summary: âIâm back,â he chokes out artlessly into her shoulder, into the soft dark waves of her hair and the spiced floral of her perfume. He stopped believing he would ever get to go home after the war a long time ago, or that there would ever be an after the war for him, butâ
âRight on time,â Peggy whispers, her voice shaking, and Steveâs next breath breaks on a sob.
Where poppies grow (ao3) - beautifulwhensarcastic T, 1k
Summary: The night preceding the procedure Steve can't sleep, which leads him to a surprising, touching discovery.
you can count on me (ao3) - sokovianaccords (thesokovianaccords) N/R, 5k
Summary: A Christmas mission for Agent Rogers and Agent Carter brings some things to light
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There's Doodles of Rams in the Margins - Enemies to lovers!Jschlatt x F!Reader x Hasan Piker (pt.2)
Masterlist // Playlist
Plot: Anxiety threatens to ruin Y/n's morning after the disaster of the night she had before. Despite this she pushes on, but her hopes of having a good day is ruined when she finds Schlatt's usual asshole self in her kitchen. Word Count: 2171
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Melanie92 writes in: Dear Y/n, how do you handle humiliation? Recently I was at a party and had a drink thrown on me in front of a guy Iâve been hoping to start something with, and to make matters worse I started crying right then and there! I havenât been able to face him or my friends since.Dear Melanie92, I think we have all been there. I would say the best solution is to reach out to your friends as soon as possible. It is scary to face anyone after a humiliating experience, but people often underestimate how much their friends care about them, and (I am aware of how cheesy I sound saying this) the power of friendship is more healing than youâd think.On the potential love interest front, any man who would not stay interested in you after something like that is a man you should cut your losses with. Would you like to be in a relationship for years where you are forced to be perfect at all times? I thinkâŠ
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The next morning began significantly better than the night before it ended. You woke up well rested, your soreness washed away into a dull ache that only made itself known if you stretched your body too hard. For the duration of your morning routine you didnât find yourself thinking much about the party at all. In a way, it was as if the sun had washed away what had occurred last night. Every time your brain dredged it up you reasoned with yourself that it wasnât as if youâd see much of Schlatt again anyways so there wasnât much point of dwelling on the matter.Â
Regardless of your good mood, however, you delayed opening your phone, feeling a pit in your stomach every time you thought of waking up the black sleeping screen to see if anything had gotten out about the incident. Though, from the lack of notifications coming from the device, you felt a little optimistic of Tedâs pull within the group of people that were there to witness it. You distracted yourself from the device by getting dressed, not yet wanting to discard your fairly good mood by giving into the temptation to unlock your phone. Even the sight of it sent a jolt of anxiety through your body. Instead, you opted to occupy your thoughts by getting dressed. You needed to go out and grab toothpaste anyways, and youâve spent far too much money on clothes â as an immigrant to the U.S, you found yourself falling victim to the enticingly luxurious NYC lifestyle quite often â to go out in just athleisure.Â
The smell of eggs wafting from the kitchen had you instantly on guard. F/n made you eggs usually as a way to butter you up before breaking something big. When F/n would serve you a plate, she would often wait for you to get about halfway into the dish before breaking whatever news she had stored in her mouth to you with an apologetic wince, as if each forkful you lifted to your mouth were seconds counting down on a clock.
You hoped it was nothing too bad, today was the day you were to sift through the new roommates F/n had found to replace her. She was the reason you moved to NYC and thought it unfair that her moving in with Ted would uproot your newly settled life unless she found someone to cover her half of the rent. You knew F/n wouldnât do you wrong, certainly youâd become fast friends with the new addition to the apartment, something you looked forward to with your current counter of friends in the area totalling to a whopping one.
You tried not to let the feeling of impending doom that prickled at your every nerve bring you down from the good mood you woke up in â a good mood that seemed increasingly fragile as the day carried on. You intended to move into the open kitchen and living room space with a sense of purpose, though you felt sure your tentative curiosity was evident in your gait.Â
âWhat the fuck are you doing here?â Your words escaped your mouth faster than your eyes could process the sight before them. Seated at your kitchen island, with a haggard, hungover expression, was Schlatt. Beside him was Ted, who paused his conversation with his friend to look back and forth between you and F/n â her anxious form positioned at the stove with a guilty smile â with worry.Â
The sight before you was like ice water being poured upon your warm, happy body. Although you were not physically shaking, the anger that vibrated within your form was akin to violent shivering.Â
âQuiet down toots, mâhead hurts,â There was the nickname again, emerging from his throat like a groan.Â
âIâŠmade eggs?â F/n gave you a nervous grin.
You narrowed your eyes at the group and ignored the only open seat at the island beside Schlatt, opting to walk over and lean against the side of the island countertop.Â
âTed, why do you look like a kid in trouble?â His guilty eyes darted away from your face. From his expression, it seemed as if pressing for an answer from him would be faster than waiting for F/nâs likely roundabout explanation. âWhatâs going on?â
Ted opened his mouth to respond, only to be interrupted by Schlatt, whose eyes squinted in pain at the sight of the window behind you. âIâm your new roomie, surprise.â His voice was harsh towards you, but turned more polite as he addressed F/n. âCan I have some more eggs, please?â
âF/n donât you dare give him my apology eggs,â You narrowed your eyes. She plated the eggs that were in the pan and slid them, along with a fork, across the counter your way. âIs he being for real?âÂ
F/n waited in tense silence for half of the egg to be eaten â as was custom, although with the small size of the egg and your morning hunger it took less time than usual â before she replied.
âI planned it before you two met, and it's too late to change it up now. Finding someone decent this late wouldnât be easy, if possible,â She explained. Although she seemed like she didnât care too much about the matter, it was apparent to you, having known her for so long, that she wasnât too enthused about the situation either and was putting on a polite facade around Schlatt.Â
âIâm right here,â Schlatt spoke up. âLike, Iâm currently in the room as you speak about me.â
âOh donât worry, Schlatt. Iâm unfortunately all too aware of your presence,â You verbally jabbed at him in between forkfuls.
He let out a sardonic laugh, âObsessive much?âÂ
You conjured up a daydream of diving across the table with a scream and shaking Schlatt violently.Â
Ted â who had seemed like little more than F/nâs ornamentally passive malewife in every prior interaction involving Schlattâs douchebaggery â interrupted your thoughts and for once spoke up before a glare from his girlfriend was sent his way. His face was painted with a sense of confusion and annoyance at his friend's behaviour. Was Schlatt not usually this stuck up? You felt even more annoyed at the notion that he was just this prideful around you specifically. You hadnât done anything to him!Â
âShut up, man. Letâs get a head start on moving F/nâs boxes,â Tedâs words seemed to shock Schlatt a bit, and you had to respect Ted a bit for it â although you believed youâd always dislike and distrust him as the boyfriend of your best friend. With Tedâs words, Schlatt got up and headed to F/nâs room, leaving you and your friend alone. At least he had put his dishes in the sink before leaving.
âWhatâs his fucking deal?â Once the two were confidently out of earshot, you plopped down in the empty seat you had refused to sit in before with a groan.
âI donât know,â F/n leaned against the island with her elbows. âHeâs always been pretty nice to me and everyone else Iâve seen him with,â A sigh deflated her body slightly. âThatâs why I thought heâd be a good roommate⊠well that and his income. I knew with his wealth heâd easily be able to afford rent. The only reason he doesnât have a house is because itâs a hassle to go through the process of owning.âÂ
âIs he some bigshot youtuber like Ted?â You finished the last of your eggs.Â
âBigger, four million.â
You snorted, recalling his attitude and miserable appearance around you. âThose four million people must be fucking miserable.â
âIâm not too happy about this either Y/n. The way he treats you is so fucked, especially last night. Ted took care of that by the way, heâs got a lot of friends. You shouldnât see it posted.â
âTedâs still on thin ice,â F/n shot you an incredulous look. âHey! I care about you, I just met the man! I canât trust him too quickly. But anyways, thank him for me.â
F/n gave you a satisfied smile before getting back to the topic. âDonât worry Y/n, it wonât be too long. Just until Schlatt gets his shit together and can get a place to live in again. Heâs been going through some housing issues, he needs this place. He shouldnât be too bothersome.â
You snorted. âI think weâre far past that point.â
âTed thinks Schlattâs just embarrassed by how drunk he was. Heâs prideful and doesnât really like being wrong, or in the wrong. Maybe heâs got too much pride to apologise and is just doubling down? That doesnât make it okay, regardless.â
âThat's such a man thing to do. I see this all the time when people write to me. Why are men suchâŠâ You searched for the word before crying out in exasperation. â...men!âÂ
âIt all boils down to the patriarchy,â F/n shrugged. âThat's why I like my boyfriends like Ted, whipped.â
âEww! TMI!â You teased, intentionally taking her words in the wrong way to mess with her.Â
âNot like that! You know what I meant!â F/n squealed and hit you with the dishtowel light-heartedly. You caught it and stood up laughing, collecting your dishes in your free hand and heading to the sink. She stopped you, taking the items from you. âNo, you had a shit morning. Iâll do it. Besides, I saw you talking with some guy last night. Take the time Iâm saving you to text him and tell me about it after.âÂ
You werenât one to look a gift horse in the mouth. âOkay, thank you F/n.â You relented. âBut Iâm taking you out for goodbye drinks tonight as a thank you when I do!â You smiled, heading down the hallway, not letting her protest the implications that you'd be paying.
You knew eavesdropping was bad, but with your room right beside F/nâs in the hallway, you preferred the phrase âoverhearing while loiteringâ to describe how you stopped in your tracks in front of your door at the sound of Schlatt and Tedâs voices. âBe nice man, she means a lot to F/n and F/n means a lot to me,â Ted scolded his friend. âBut not too nice, like not falling in love nice. That doesn't usually work out with roommates.â
You hated how you were coming to know Schlatt so well that your brain autofilled in the quiet chuckle you were sure he let out at Ted's words. âSheâs alright looking, but not hot enough to tempt me.â
You had to hold back the offended gasp that intruded uncomfortably in your throat.
âShe was hot enough to attract Hasanââ
âHasanâs aâ!â You didnât hear the rest of Schlattâs thoughts, angrily retreating into your room. What an asshole, how much more stuck up could he be! It wasnât as if you wanted his attention, but the frank way he stated it had you fuming at the impoliteness of it all. You had done nothing to this man, and yet he was rude to you for what? His damn pride? Well he could certainly take his damn pride and shove itâ!
You flopped onto your bed and muffled your angry yell with your pillow. It took a few moments for you to calm down your rage filled body before you rolled over onto your back and pulled out your phone that had been confirmed safe, creating a new text to the contact saved under Hasan. The lingering sting of Schlattâs words was something you wanted to get over, and a meeting with the attractive man who seemed to be into you sounded perfect right now. Your fingers quickly tapped on the phone keyboard, desperate for a distraction.
[Y/n]: Hey Hasan, Itâs Y/n from last night!
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Hey there, lovely folk đ
Welcome back to Mindful Mondays!
Whether youâre decompressing from festive stress or meditating your way through the winter days, weâre here for you. And the good news is we are creeping every-closer towards the new year, which means a new start, and that bit closer to warm, sunny weather. We canât wait. âïž
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New Yearâs Eve Party
Pairing: Adam âAd-Rockâ Horovitz x Female Reader.
It was December 31st 1987 and MCA had invited you to his and Mikeâs shared apartment in NYC for a New Yearâs Eve celebration. You hesitated as you accepted the invite, aware that a certain someone would likely be in attendance.
MCA had extended the invite to your friend. You smirked at her, as you were slightly suspicious there was something between the two of them. You were both at your shared NYC apartment, rummaging through your closet for an appropriate outfit.
You collapsed to the floor, eyeing the piles and piles of clothes, still not having found the perfect outfit. The reason for this chaos, was a certain brown eyed Beastie Boy, whom you have had an embarrassing crush on for the past two years.
Your friend walked into your room, halting at the sight of you buried under the contents of your closet. âJesus Christ. What the hell happened?â She laughed at the sight of your defeated face. She pulled you up off the floor as you eyed a pair of Levi 501s untouched in the closet.
You smiled as you pulled them on. âDamn girl!â She hyped you up as you twirled sarcastically. You chucked on low cut top as you headed downstairs, you pulled on your Adidas Campus and grabbed your jacket. You hopped into the cab waiting outside, leaving your jacket on the seat next to you.
As you arrived outside of MCAâs apartment, you pressed the buzzer and waited to be granted access into the building. You stepped into the elevator, anxiously twiddling your fingers and fixing your hair in the reflection.
âFuck sake, I left my jacket in the cab!â You panicked, already feeling the cold air nipping at your bare arms. As you stepped off the elevator, knocking on MCA and Mikeâs door, the anxiety in your chest heightens. You look up as someone answers the door, and your eyes meet his.
âHey!â He grins at you, leaning on the door frame. You smile nervously, words catching in your throat. You were lost in his big brown eyes as they stared into yours. You felt your friend nudge you with her elbow, giving you the eye. âOh. Sorry. Hi. Hey!â You stutter out, his smile growing as he chuckles at your delayed response.
You step inside, MCA approaching almost immediately and guiding your friend towards the rooftop, leaving you standing alone with Adam. You smile at him as you catch up, he offers you a drink that you accept. You canât help but admire him as he speaks to you about their latest gigs, potential new album, travelling etc.
Youâre lost in Adamâs eyes as Mike approaches you from behind, making you jump as he places a hand on your shoulder. âLong time, no see! Cmon, thereâs some people I want you to meet.â He attempts to drag you away as you look at Adam with unsure eyes. âItâs okay. Iâll see you later.â He reassures, as Mike drags you away.
Youâre stood outside on the rooftop, chatting with a few people as you begin to notice how cold youâre getting. You rub your arms in an attempt to heat yourself up. You teeth start to chatter as you look around for Mike or MCA to see if they have something in their closet you could borrow.
You excuse yourself from the group, scanning your eyes over the crowded rooftop. Youâre about to head inside as you feel something wrap around your shoulders. You turn to find Adam, holding his denim jacket around you. âNo, Adam. Youâll get cold!â You try to return the jacket as he stops you by placing two hands on your shoulders. âIâm good babe.â He smirks at you as you blush at his word choice.
You thank him quietly as you make your way to the edge of the rooftop, leaning against the railing to admire the city below. He stands next to you, shoulders brushing with yours as you breathe in deeply. You turn to find him already looking at you. âYou look fly in my jacket.â He tucks a piece of hair behind your ear, fingers lingering near your face.
Your breath hitches as you feel him lean closer, you can almost feel his breath on your face. As heâs about to close the distance between you, Mike comes running towards you, âAdam, itâs almost 12:00! You gotta come watch the fireworks!â Adam looks at him, shaking his head slightly as he grabs your hand leading you towards the large group.
You find your friend with MCA, smiling at her as you see their intertwined hands. You knew it. She excitedly pulls you into a hug, as the countdown for 1988 begins. You lock eyes with Adam whoâs standing a few inches away from you, his eyes searching yours.
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His hand finds yours, intertwining your fingers.
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You hold your breath, hoping for what youâve been yearning for, for years.
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The fireworks in the sky explode as Adam lifts your chin, pulling you into a passionate kiss. He cups your cheeks as you smile into the kiss, drinking all of him in.
As the cheers fade out, you pull away finding Adamâs lopsided grin staring back at you. âIâve wanted to do that for so long.â He breathes as you chuckle, pulling him in for another kiss. Your friend, along with Mike and MCA watch proudly at their two stupid best friends.
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THE HOUR OF SATAN IS WITHIN
What do I mean by that comment? Each of you who have known me, heard my voice, experienced my dark energies flowing into you and freeing you know that I often speak of being called. That I have stated over and over again and again that there are no accidentsâŠthat your coming to me is by a âgreater design ââŠ.that literally youâve been on this path ( HIS OATH ) leading to this moment for years and years. HenceâŠyou being here, reading this is not by accidentâŠ.in this hour, this moment HE has guided you here. In my words you will find acceptance, guilt & shame will be no more. Every time you say HAIL SATAN âŠyou know how right it feels. Every time you accept your darkness and give into it you feel an intensity you have never known. Would you rather go to church or suck a cock? Would you rather pray to Jesus or FUCK? Would you rather confess your sins or enjoy them? We all know what your answers would be. Why fight what you are? Do you think your life is to be lived in torment, guilt and shameâŠ?âŠor in pleasure and lust and self gratification? Come to Satan, accept HIM as HE accepts you. Dwell within the power and lust of your cock, seed and pleasure? Embrace the power of your muscles and narcissistic needs. Honor the words of Satan. â ïżŒCUM IS THE FUEL OF THE COAMOS â âŠembrace your selfish hungers and needs. Know NO limits. Take what you want when you want. Know that Satan & Dar are always with you. Join me in our DARK SEXUAL RITUALS in Los Angeles, San Francisco, Chicago & NYC! Now is YOUR HOURâŠ.NOW IS OUR TIMEâŠNOW WE WILL RISE WITH SATAN. Something so beautiful. Lustful and so full of power could never be wrong. I urge all of you to listen to my words on SoundCloud under Satanic PrayersâŠthey will be under DAR or DAR RISING. HEAR MY VOICE and be set free. Please spread this message to all you know on every site ( twitter, instagram..etc ). Iâm here to guide and mentor you..here to remove your guilt and shame. For information on our ritualsâŠreach me here: INSTAGRAM: @darkdemondar666, ADAM 4 ADAM: MuscleDEMON666, GRINDR: MuslDAR666, RECON: DARKDEMONDAR666, BarebakRT.com: DemonDAR666, WICKR : demondar ( be aware WICKR will be shutting down soon) TELEGRAM : @darkdemondar666. When you contact me always list your FIRST name, AGE and City. Let me help awaken you to HIS awesome POWER AND PERFECTION. Join me and change the world. Join me and feel the power IN YOUR COCK AND BALLS. Now is your time. THE HOUR OF SATAN IS IN YIU!
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catalyst clc16 x rockstar! reader
as you head to your next stop on your tour, you find your heartbeat quicken at the thought of someone. not your fans, journalists, no, him
an part 3! any feedback is appreciated and please like + rb!
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you landed in nyc, stepping off the plane and texting
you
still on for tn?
charles
ofc :)
smiling, you got off your phone. as you walked into the airport, almost immediately you and your band mates were surrounded by fans. you pulled a sharpie out of your pocket, after being in this job for a while you start preparing to sign things wherever you go.
by the time you got into the car your hand ached. everyone was tired but there were plans for tonight, albeit different ones for everybody. sio was going out to meet with one of her friends that she met on holiday a few years back. they lived in New York City and were a designer with their own brand. she swiped through their insta, pausing every so often to show different pieces and the new collection they were planning on launching. it was really cool, you could tell she was excited about it. ludo was planning on visiting this italian place called âproprio come casaâ. she had seen it all over tiktok, and being italian, she was excited to see if all the hype about it was true. edisa was going to go shopping and explore times square. she had been to nyc a couple times but hadnât had the time to appreciate it fully. tonight was going to change that though. hae-won was planning on buying a new guitar pick, she had this tradition of buying one for each city she travelled too, but it had to be as unique as possible. no two picks in her collection looked similar. soon enough they were asking what your plans were over the small you told them that you were going to meet up with a certain f1 driver
âOH MY GODDâ sio yelled excited as she began to ask you questions at 50mph. âwhereâre you going? what are you wearing? what are you gonna- actually never mind thatâs so exciting!!â
everyone else showed their interest, albeit not as loudly as sio did. haewon leaned in, focusing in especially when what you were wearing came up. ludovica leaned back into her seat, eyes staring into yours with a knowing glint. idisa didnât even need to speak, her eyes said it all.
you began rattling off all the details to them, listening intently as you spoke. when you got to your hotel, they helped you pick out an outfit.
(pick whichever one u like or make one up)
after getting together the seemingly perfect outfit, you waited for him to text. hearing a notification you grabbed your phone, getting ready to walk out the door
charles
im here, in the la ferrari
you walked outside and stopped in your tracks. the car he was in was you in car form. it was wine red, had the ferrari horse on it. stunning. it was literally perfect.
you smiled, stepping into the car.
âso, whatâre we gonna do?â
âyouâll seeâ he said as he stepped on the gas
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Discovering Beauty: Aestheticare MedSpa's Secrets for Glowing Skin and Body
Aesthetic services provided by Aestheticare MedSpa consist of Medical Beauty Treatments. These treatments are carried out in places like medical spas, specialty physician offices, and dermatology clinics. Unlike regular salon services such as facials or waxing, aesthetic services delve deeper into improving your skin's health and appearance.
As it is a professional practice, the staff hired for these med spa services are highly trained and possess all the necessary knowledge about it. They specialize in providing services such as laser hair removal, body sculpting, and Botox injections safely and effectively. These treatments are not just about offering a temporary solution; they aim to provide long-lasting results that enhance both the appearance and health of your skin. By focusing on improving how your skin looks and functions, aesthetic services contribute to your overall wellness.
What Is A Medical Spa Treatment? A medical spa, or Aestheticare Medspa, differs from a traditional day spa, which primarily focuses on relaxation. It is a specialized facility offering aesthetic treatments aimed at enhancing both the skin and the human body.
Unlike day spas, which typically focus on relaxation therapies, medical spas are guided by medical expertise. This includes supervision by licensed doctors such as dermatologists or plastic surgeons. They provide complimentary consultations to ensure that treatments are not only relaxing but also scientifically backed and safe.
At an aestheticare medspa, a range of services is available to meet the specific needs and desires of clients. Among the most popular treatments are those targeting skin rejuvenation and the reduction of fine lines and wrinkles. These treatments often utilize advanced techniques and technologies to improve the texture and appearance of the skin.
Best NYC Medspa To Approach - Looking for the perfect Aesthetics Medspa in Babylon New York? Aesthetiwell is just what youâre searching for. It offers a range of aesthetic services designed to meet every individual's needs. From rejuvenating facials to expertly crafted makeup looks, Aesthetic Wells team of professionals are dedicated to helping you achieve the aesthetic you desire. Experience the difference with Aesthetiwell and discover a new level of confidence in your appearance. Visit www.aesthetiwell.com to schedule an appointment for free consultation
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Small Party Catering NYC: Steps To Plan Perfect Food For The Event
Planning the food for a small party can be both exciting and daunting. Whether youâre hosting an intimate dinner for friends or a small business gathering, getting the food right is crucial to the success of your event. In a bustling city like New York, where culinary options are as diverse as its population, small party catering NYC service can help you elevate your event and take the stress out of meal planning. Hereâs a comprehensive guide to ensure your eventâs food is as unforgettable as the occasion itself.
Define Your Eventâs Theme and Audience
To begin with the analysis of your menu, it is crucial to determine its theme and the people it is intended for. Is it a black-tie affair or a barbecue? Knowing the tone of the occasion will help you to determine what sort of meal to prepare and how to plate them.
Formal Dinner: When considering food and beverage choices for the event, select appetizers, meals, and sweets that are appropriate for the formal setting. What about gourmet dishes and traditional recipes?
Casual Gathering: Septic conditions of the ambiance are easier to consume for individuals and require simple food and dishes. Appetizers such as those that can be held with the fingers include fingers, small hamburgers, and dips that can be taken in small portions.
Themed Party: If your event adopts a certain theme like Italian or Mexican, then ensure that this is reflected in the kind of foods you have in your event. Food related to the theme of the event enhances the entire experience and also can create a good topic for discussion.
Establish Your Budget
The act of setting a budget is a crucial factor in the planning process of any event, not just food. This will in turn affect the quality and quantity of food to be bought as well as the small party catering NYC service to be hired.
Food and Beverage: This is charged per head and any extra charges that might be put on certain products.
Service: Depending on the kind of catering service you hire, there is the hiring of wait staff or bartenders which will be charged.
Equipment and Rentals: If you want to get more tables or chairs and dishes for serving then all of these should also be considered.
A realistic budget makes you avoid cases of overspending or straining to attain the quality of the materials or services you need.
Choose the Right Catering Service
There is no shortage of small-party catering services in New York City, but choosing the right service provider may be a challenge. Search for a service provider that focuses on the provision of services for small-scale occasions and has customized options. Hereâs what to keep in mind:
Experience: Choose those companies, which have experience in serving people in small parties and gatherings.
Menu Flexibility: Make sure the specific products offered may be changed to fit the specifics of your event and your guestsâ requirements.
Reviews and References: Look at the rating of the restaurant and requests from the clients for their experience.
A good and professional catering company will sit with the client and help to select the right menu for the event within the set budget.
Plan a Balanced Menu
A diverse clientele means that a restaurant needs to be able to offer a balanced and variety of meals that at least some of them would fit oneâs diet preferences. When planning your menu, consider the following:Â
Appetizers: For appetizers, offering an assortment of foods that any visitor seeks is recommended. Incorporate vegetarian and gluten-free meals in case not all the guests will be able to take some meals.
Main Courses: Make sure to present a variety of main courses recommended for various types of diets. They should comprise barbeque meats, poultry, fish, and veggies.
Side Dishes: Accompany your principal dishes with a variety of side dishes. Something light and fresh that goes well with the meat is preferred by many guests, so fresh salads and baked vegetables will fit the bill, as would potatoes or rice.
Desserts: Desserts are the last course, which means that there is no other way but to pamper your guests with delicious sweets. Added to this, if the reception will be in the evening, you may want to consider mini pastries, some kind of cake, or a dessert table.
Be sure to offer some lighter items alongside heavier ones so that customers can find a good balance if they wish. This means that the guest is able to have a variety of different foods to choose from ensuring a wholesome dining experience.
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Melanie Martinez â Radio City Music Hall â New York, NY â June 28, 2023
Bay Area singer songwriter Tanukichan opens the show with groove-heavy bass and silky soft vocals. Moody lighting is setting off with each strum of guitar and kick of drums, creating dancing shadows of the trio band on the walls. Lead singer and bass guitarist Hannah van Loon is soft spoken and plays a mean bass with infectious rhythm. Their unique sound makes feel like you're in an indie 2000's flick, making for a perfect transition into the Portals world.
The lights dim, and thousands of adoring fans scream with excitement as a lit candle projection fills the screen. "Wanna know a secret?" asked a soft voice as enchanting instrumentals begin to swell in the air. Melanie Martinez graces the stage in a full-on nymph-faerie-like costume that reflects the world created in her latest release Portals.
For her sold out NYC show, fans arrived ready in decked out costumes, donning faerie wings, elaborate make up and ears mirroring the singerâs Portals character. The show feels like an immersive, performance art piece, complete with dancers, colorful visuals and a full band emitting unique and hypnotizing sounds that submerge you into the singerâs world.
Portals is the continuation and final piece to the singerâs trilogy of records, revolving around the character Crybaby, with this particular work centering in on themes of death, after life and rebirth. The singer-songwriter manages to dance around these themes with light, whimsical elements that truly make it easy to digest, while never straying far from the message â we are more than the vessel that holds us.
The dancers moved with purpose, telling a story by tying emotions with their movements throughout each song, with Martinez serving as serenading guide to the audience. The stage visuals evolved throughout the performance, projecting on screen the distinct imagery that is sung in each song.
There was altar-like candlelit scenery for "DEATH," inflatable mushrooms growing on stage with "FAERIE SOIREE," dancers stringing a giant spiderweb on stage for "SPIDERWEB" and a growing fetus of Melanie's character for "WOMB."
The fans never missed a beat, singing along to every word, a cathartic release of energy with every lyric sung. Melanie thanked her incredible dancers and band before pink confetti filled the air, following up with an energetic performance of "WOMB" as the crowd cheered them on.
She then went on to close with an encore of "POWDER," "PLUTO" and "MILK OF THE SIREN," found on the deluxe version of Portals. Melanie has proven herself to be a true visionary with this transcendent performance that tugs on your heart strings and transports you to a world of self-reflection and release.
Natalie Orozco
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Navigating Your Parenthood Journey Through Egg Donation in NYC
In the bustling cityscape of New York, the path to parenthood takes on a unique and inspiring dimension, especially for those exploring the profound possibilities of egg donation in NYC. As we delve into the world of assisted reproduction, this article aims to shed light on the transformative journey that awaits hopeful parents in the heart of the Big Apple. With a focus on Indian Egg Donors, we'll explore the intricacies, benefits, and cultural considerations that make this experience truly exceptional.
The Significance of Egg Donation in NYC
Understanding the Landscape:
New York City stands as a beacon of innovation in reproductive medicine. The city's fertility clinics offer cutting-edge technologies and a wealth of expertise to guide aspiring parents through the intricate process of egg donation. From Chelsea to the Upper East Side, these clinics are at the forefront of providing comprehensive fertility solutions.
Why NYC?
Delving into the reasons why many individuals and couples choose NYC for their egg donation journey reveals a combination of world-class medical facilities, diverse donor pools, and a supportive community. The city's cosmopolitan nature allows for a wide range of choices, ensuring that intended parents can find the perfect match for their unique needs.
Indian Egg Donors - A Cultural Perspective
Navigating Cultural Sensitivities:
For those of Indian descent, cultural considerations play a significant role in the decision-making process. Understanding the nuances of cultural expectations, familial structures, and the importance of heritage is crucial. NYC, with its diverse population, provides a platform that respects and caters to these sensitivities, creating a welcoming environment for individuals seeking Indian Egg Donors.
Celebrating Diversity:
In the mosaic of New York's multicultural landscape, the availability of Indian Egg Donors adds a layer of cultural richness to the fertility journey. Aspiring parents can connect with donors who share similar backgrounds, values, and traditions, fostering a sense of connection and understanding that goes beyond the biological aspects of the donation process.
The Egg Donation Process Unveiled
Choosing the Right Clinic:
Selecting the right fertility clinic is the first step on the path to parenthood. From Manhattan Reproductive Medicine to New Hope Fertility Center, NYC offers a myriad of options, each with its unique approach and success stories. Researching and selecting a clinic that aligns with personal values and goals is paramount.
Matching Process:
The matching process is a delicate dance between intended parents and egg donors. In the context of Indian Egg Donors, clinics in NYC facilitate a thoughtful and personalized matching process that respects cultural preferences and ensures compatibility. This phase is not only about biological compatibility but also about shared values and expectations.
Legal and Ethical Considerations:
Navigating the legal and ethical landscape of egg donation in NYC is essential. NYC fertility clinics are well-versed in the legalities surrounding assisted reproduction, providing a secure foundation for both donors and intended parents. Understanding rights, responsibilities, and the legal framework ensures a smooth and transparent process.
Beyond Biological Bonds - Emotional Support and Counseling
Counseling Services:
Embarking on the egg donation journey can be emotionally challenging. NYC fertility clinics recognize the importance of emotional well-being and offer counseling services to both donors and intended parents. This additional layer of support helps individuals navigate the emotional complexities of the process, fostering a positive and empowering experience.
Community Connection:
Building a community of support is crucial during the egg donation journey. NYC, with its diverse and vibrant population, provides a unique platform for intended parents to connect with others who share similar experiences. Support groups, both online and in-person, offer a space for sharing stories, seeking advice, and finding solace in a community that understands the intricacies of the journey.
Financial Considerations and Support Programs
Understanding Costs:
Embarking on the path to parenthood through egg donation in NYC involves financial considerations. Fertility treatments can be a significant investment, and it's essential for intended parents to understand the costs associated with the entire process. NYC fertility clinics often provide transparent information about fees, allowing individuals to plan their financial resources accordingly.
Financial Support Programs:
Recognizing the financial strain that assisted reproduction can pose, many fertility clinics in NYC offer support programs and financing options. These initiatives aim to make the journey more accessible, ensuring that financial constraints don't hinder the realization of parenthood dreams. Exploring these programs can alleviate some of the financial burdens associated with egg donation.
Success Stories - Inspiring Journeys to Parenthood
Realizing Dreams:
One of the most inspiring aspects of the egg donation journey is the multitude of success stories that have unfolded in the heart of NYC. Couples and individuals who once faced challenges in conceiving have triumphed over adversity, thanks to the support and expertise offered by fertility clinics in the city. These success stories serve as beacons of hope, illustrating that parenthood dreams can indeed come true.
Sharing Experiences:
Online platforms and support groups provide a space for individuals to share their personal experiences. Reading about the journeys of others who have navigated the complexities of egg donation in NYC can be both informative and emotionally uplifting. These shared narratives create a sense of community and solidarity, reassuring aspiring parents that they are not alone in their quest for parenthood.
Post-Donation Considerations - Ongoing Support
Post-Donation Health Monitoring:
After the egg donation process, both donors and intended parents may have concerns about post-donation health. NYC fertility clinics prioritize the well-being of donors, conducting thorough health monitoring and follow-up care. This commitment to ongoing support ensures that the health and recovery of donors are paramount considerations throughout the entire journey.
Parental Support Programs:
For intended parents, the support doesn't end with the success of the egg donation process. NYC fertility clinics often provide parental support programs that offer guidance on the transition to parenthood. These programs cover a range of topics, from newborn care to emotional well-being, fostering a supportive environment for individuals as they embrace the joys and challenges of parenthood.
Cultural Celebrations - Blending Traditions in NYC
Honoring Cultural Heritage:
As Indian Egg Donors contribute to the diversity of the fertility landscape in NYC, the city becomes a melting pot of cultural celebrations. Fertility clinics may facilitate events and gatherings that honor the cultural heritage of both donors and intended parents, fostering a sense of community and shared celebration.
Blending Traditions:
The rich cultural tapestry of NYC allows for a unique blending of traditions. Intended parents and donors may choose to incorporate cultural practices into their parenting journey, creating a beautiful fusion of heritage and new beginnings. This cultural blending adds an extra layer of significance to the parenthood experience in the vibrant city of New York.
Conclusion: Embracing the Extraordinary in NYC
As we conclude our exploration of the path to parenthood through egg donation in NYC, it becomes evident that this city offers more than just medical advancements. With a focus on Indian Egg Donors, the journey becomes a celebration of diversity, cultural sensitivity, and the profound connections that extend beyond biological bonds. By choosing NYC as the backdrop for this transformative experience, individuals and couples open themselves to a world of possibilities, laying the foundation for a family that goes beyond expectations.
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